"This fool, actually going to snatch the corpse, does he really think he can sprout wings and fly away after seizing it? Or swim to the other shore?"
Xiao Han stopped his disciples from continuing to intercept Lin Feng, instead mocking him.
"It looks like his mind has been clouded." Fang Mu also shook his head disdainfully, thinking this was just digging his own grave, so they simply waited on the shore.
Lin Feng glanced at them, then retracted his gaze, his lips slightly curving up. His mind clouded?
The lake churned as water beasts leaped out of the surface, each one comparable to a martial master in the third or fourth layer of the Great Martial Master, their enormous bodies imposing a heavy pressure. Yet all were shattered by Lin Feng's punches, and copious amounts of fresh blood floated on the surface of the lake, turning it into a bloody swath.
"What incredible brute strength!"
On the shore, those waiting for easy prey were all horrified.
